III
Remember the baths
where you were murdered
I woke up having in my hands this marble head
that exhausts my elbows and I don’t know where
to lean it.
It was falling in the dream as I was coming out of the dream
thus our lives joined and it will be very difficult for us to
separate again.
I gaze at it in the eyes; neither open nor closed
I speak to the mouth that keeps trying to speak
I touch the cheeks that have gone through the skin.
I don’t have any other strength;
my hands disappear and come back near me
mutilated.
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